early morning lover

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Eyes closed, toes wiggling, squeezing muscles and stretching

Waking up next to him… kissing his mouth softly in amazement

Lips still slightly, sweetly sticky tasting like my insides, and still cool tightly closed

Undeterred I push my fingers inside briefs and slide soft fingers against him

Awakening the powerful beast that robbed me of all reason and many hours of sleep last night

Too easy to get lost in the feelings, fantasies, dreams the two beasts inspire,

One sleeping the other rising, head pulling up as if looking for his mate, his glove

As if sensing his impending arousal the wetness inside me begins accompanied by that delicious aching hunger

I slide on top of them both my legs open his legs inside of mine,

Kissing his powerful neck, strong broad shoulders

Soft pink lips sucking at nipples, that harden, despite their small male size

Feel him beginning to stir and now I am drenched between my legs so anxious to pull him inside that I grab with unsteady fingers

But now he is fully awake and aware and can smell the fragrant dew between my legs and will not be denied or deterred

Rising up on his haunches, smiling lips serious eyes he is pushing me back already in charge in complete command where I love him to be… preparing to dine at the head of his table

And determined to open me fully in all things and in all ways… today, this morning it is merely my thighs

But despite his words, I know he has his eyes on my soul and will not rest until it is fully in his possession

Each day I am closer and closer to serving it to him on a platter, perhaps today is the day

As he takes possession of the tiny, swelling, pink nib and strong hands stretch me wide I am losing my reason, what little was left when he met me

And between gasps for breath, heated moans and screams of mercy I beg him to remember I am still just human and unused to the passion the lust he inspires and requires

Words are merely sounds and conscious thought untenable as I lose myself in the sensations, smells, tastes and sights of his powerful manly form all over my body, inside and out using me as if I was merely created from him for his pleasure and in doing so giving me the greatest gift I have ever known.


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